[The chicken nuggets already smell good to him and he doesn't even think they're his favorite. He stands and follows Foggy into the kitchen, absently reaching a hand out to the counter to feel the shape of it, the texture. His fingers catch on the edges.]
And you need someone to watch out for you. [Somebody who's made enemies like the Hand definitely needs someone watching out for them in Matt's opinion, and clearly he's the best choice for it. He knows the Hand all too well by now. Probably better than he knows himself.
He drums his fingers against the counter, absently. Each sound seems to reverberate in the darkness, helps tame the fire around him into shapes he recognizes, even if dimly.] I'll—take the compromise. [There's a moment's hesitation before he says that, like he can't be certain he deserves that much. He's stayed too long, taken too much already.
Sandwich crackers. Those smell good. He reaches for one, takes a bite, and makes a face like he is seriously doubting the veracity of Foggy's claim here.]
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And you need someone to watch out for you. [Somebody who's made enemies like the Hand definitely needs someone watching out for them in Matt's opinion, and clearly he's the best choice for it. He knows the Hand all too well by now. Probably better than he knows himself.
He drums his fingers against the counter, absently. Each sound seems to reverberate in the darkness, helps tame the fire around him into shapes he recognizes, even if dimly.] I'll—take the compromise. [There's a moment's hesitation before he says that, like he can't be certain he deserves that much. He's stayed too long, taken too much already.
Sandwich crackers. Those smell good. He reaches for one, takes a bite, and makes a face like he is seriously doubting the veracity of Foggy's claim here.]
Sure about that?